Sunday, July 26, 2015

ROAN ROSE ~ Love Comes to Rose

It's more than loyalty for Rose. There's love, too.

My flat girl's chest pressed
against his wool and linen padded jousting jacket. Even through thirty layers
of fabric, I swear, I could feel his heart beat.I could smell him, too, the sweat and horses
of the tilting yard, his dark, sun-warmed hair. Strawberries spilled into the
grass. In that instant, with strong boy's arms locked around me, my life
changed forever.

And
why should this have been so important? I have plowed and planted beside a
prudent, hardworking husband. I have borne and raised children of whom I am
devilishly proud. I have healed the sick of every kind, and soothed the passage
from this world of those I could not save.

I have taught the lore of herbs. I have brewed a famous
ale, to the benefit of my family. Why should a kiss, a mere trial by a royal
boy, be so perfectly remembered?

I am in the grandma zone, a long time writer and poet, posting at Crone Henge and BWL these days just because. Wish I could travel, and last year I was lucky enough to get back to the UK, specifically to Avebury to reconnect with the ancient temple. Hiking, camping, lover of solitude, cats, moons and gardens.

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I am in the grandma zone, a long time writer and poet, posting at Crone Henge and BWL these days just because. Wish I could travel, and last year I was lucky enough to get back to the UK, specifically to Avebury to reconnect with the ancient temple. Hiking, camping, lover of solitude, cats, moons and gardens.